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I See Alphys, I See Francis	By : xandermartin98 Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 1982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ISAISF 6
"Alright, so let's see here...where should I start?" Burgerpants thought to himself intriguedly as he gazed in awe upon Francis' incredibly massive (yet also insanely f%#&ing stupid and dull-witted) brain and eagerly climbed his way up the stem and cerebral cortex until he finally reached the very top of the big old knowledge-sponge, admiring the wonderful anatomical view all around him and immediately letting loose a good solid chuckle upon noticing the fact that even Francis' freaking EYESOCKETS were somehow literally shaped like a pair of nerdy eyeglasses!
Meanwhile on the inside of Francis' brain, the totally-not-completely-obvious mystery person who just so happened to be controlling it at the moment shrugged his shoulders, crossed his arms over his chest, crossed his bony legs atop the dashboard of Francis' central control supercomputer and was just about to finally fall asleep...
when all of a sudden outside, almost completely out of nowhere, Mettaton FINALLY arrived onstage (in his freaking BOX form of all things) and reluctantly stood right next to his new weeaboo lizard guest star Alphys...er, I mean, Francis, shocked at what he saw remaining of Alphys' and Francis' former dinner table as his typical insanely loving and rabidly loyal swarm of fans came pouring excitedly into the room, blissfully unaware of what was really going on inside Francis' body at the moment.
"Oh my bejeezus, who on this dear and beloved Earth would even DARE to mar the absolutely stunningly beauty and handsomely gorgeous metallic grandeur of my absolutely wonderful face in such a profoundly cockamamie and asinine fashion as THIS?! For shame, I say, for SHAME!" Mettaton posed his arms fabulously, pointed at the broken table (which, just like all of the other ones, was of course shaped like BOX Mettaton's face) and yelled furiously with the true egomaniacal passion of...well, a celebrity-douchebag robot version of David Bowie, how's that for description?
"However, I digress; contrary to popular belief on your parts, there is currently absolutely NO NEED for me to be NEEDLESSLY crying over spilt milk and redundant statements right now, for as you can see, I have a rather quite...INTERESTING new boyfriend to attend to!" Mettaton explained teasingly, blushing and giggling embarrassedly at the boyfriend part while at least half of the entire audience jokingly yelled out the words "HA! GAAAYYY!" in response.
"BOO!" the audience booed disgustedly on Francis' behalf, throwing a multitude of Glamburgers and rotten tomatoes all over him while he seemingly purposefully walked right into every single one, causing the entire audience to scratch their heads audibly in confusion.
"NOW, now, COME ON, guys; at least he's handling his mistake like a mature and respectable ADULT! I mean, honestly now; even if the person we're talking about is basically just Alphys with more or less everything actually good and redeemable about her mercilessly stripped away, the fact that he's been on his best behavior still at least counts for SOMETHING, right? Or DOES it?" Mettaton pretentiously waxed philosophical to his audience, turning his back on Francis and giving Sans ample time to mind-control him into sneaking up behind Mettaton and flipping his transformation switch.
"OH MY GOD. DID YOU. JUST FLIP. MY SWITCH." Mettaton gasped in utter shock and amazement as he clutched his head and began shaking violently, before finally exploding in a brilliant flash of light and completing his METTA-morphosis into the single most handsome robotic man in the galaxy!
"Umm...M-Mettaton? Are y-you okay?!" Francis gasped and stammered in utter shock and terror, worried that he had accidentally messed something up really badly and ended up killing the poor robotic superstar in the process as literally every light in the room suddenly went out.
"OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS..." Mettaton moaned orgasmically(?) as the stage spotlights suddenly came flaring on, revealing his unsettlingly gorgeous humanoid EX form that literally looked like a genetic robot fusion of Michael Jackson and David Bowie while Burgerpants and Sans alike both gawked in absolute amazement at the wonderful celebrity view through Francis' eyesockets.
"Um...so...do we finally get to DANCE yet?" Francis asked Mettaton slightly irritatedly, groaning and tapping his foot on the ground impatiently while the audience agreeingly did the very same.
"NOPE! Not so fast, my already-dearly-beloved darling!" Mettaton laughed teasingly at Francis, literally pulling a clipboard and pencil right out of his sexy ass (compartment) and handing them politely to him.
"Firstly of all, I'm afraid you're definitely going to have to at least INTRODUCE yourself!" Mettaton smirked inquisitively at Francis, stroking his lovely, flowing, glittery, sparkling, ridiculously effeminate black hair with his fingers and sticking his tongue out at the poor result of a horrifically failed cloning experiment on even poorer little Alphys in trademark Metta-fashion.
"Oh dear god, all these freaking questions...I CAN'T EVEN LOOK, I'M TOO SCARED!" Francis whined like a baby, curling up into a ball on the floor and childishly sucking his thumb and trembling with utterly needless stage fright like a total wuss while Sans, Burgerpants and Mettaton groaned and facepalmed themselves, blushing deeply with second-hand embarrassment.
"Hmph...looks like I really am going to have to quite literally FILL IN for him after all, am I right?" Sans shrugged his shoulders, turned toward the readers and laughed with a sly wink as he forcefully mind-controlled Francis into filling in his identity sheet, since the fat scaly f%#& was apparently too much of an immature, lazy prick to actually man up and do so of his own accord.
ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS LATER...
"HERE you go, kawaii desu KUUUN!" Francis crooned in an obnoxiously nasally and high-pitched falsetto (seriously, it was almost hard to tell how much of what he was doing was actually his fault and how much of it was Sans') as he handed the identity sheet back to Mettaton with his name, his age, his experience level, his birthdate and birthplace, his (lack of an) occupation, his Social Security number, his current place of residence, and a big drooling smile.
"Hmm...so, according to this sheet, I'm apparently supposed to believe that YOU grew up as one of the most handsome and popular kids in your entire school? Ha, FAT chance!" Mettaton laughed snidely at Francis, smacking him across the face with his clipboard as punishment for lying.
"Well, actually, I was technically homeschooled my entire life, so-"
"Oh, well in THAT case, YOU'RE HIRED!" Mettaton laughed merrily, patting Francis on the back and clearing his throat as he began (one of) his (many) obligatory dramatic and ominous monologue(s) about himself while everyone around him began booing angrily in response.
"Now, you surely know how much I LOVE to be fashionably late, but this right is something else entirely; something much more...FABULOUS!" Mettaton took Francis by the hands and whispered handsomely to him, glaring deeply and teasingly into his bespectacled eyes.
"If you flipped my switch...why, that can only mean one thing! You're DESPERATE for the premiere of my new BODY, aren't you? Hmph...how RUDE!" Mettaton snickered with a devious smirk; meanwhile, deep inside poor Francis' violently growling and aching stomach, Lemon Bread grabbed Alphys by the back, wrapped her arms around her in a mockingly hugging fashion and began thrusting her melting, determination-oozing penis into the poor lass' vagina while Snowdrake's Mother (well, her chest-babies, that is) sucked her milky lizard teats lovingly.
"Well, if that's you want, then I certainly won't hesitate to make your first living moments with me...ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!" Mettaton laughed, grabbing Francis by the arm and dragging him behind the back stage curtain into the backstage room where all of the makeup, costumes and props were located; meanwhile, Alphys and Reaper Bird were busy giving each other footjobs.
ONE MINUTE LATER...
"My, my, look at you, you irresistibly handsome and delightful BEAUTY, you!" Mettaton laughed sarcastically at Francis' expense (after all, Francis was now disturbingly wearing diamond and pearl earrings and bracelets, gold and silver finger and toe rings with ruby, sapphire and emerald jewels embedded into them, red and blue lipstick, black and white fingernail and toenail polish, a blondish-yellow women's wig, and a platinum-crystal glitter dress) as the two of them hastily stumbled back out onto the stage while Endogeny was busy licking Alphys' naked body with head to toe to boobs to butt to pussy with his dripping, slimy tongue.
"Indeed, I AM THE GREAT CROSSDRESSED ASSHOLIO! I need OREOS for my MOUTH-hole!" Francis announced furiously to everyone in the room as he pulled the back of his dress collar over his head, bent his arms at right angles and put his hands up on either side of his head with the palms facing out in an incredibly stupid pose, causing the entire audience to almost roll on the floor laughing their ever-loving asses off while Memoryhead lovingly raped Alphys with his tentacles.
"And on that amazingly hilarious note, without further ado, let's finally get this delightful show on the ROAD, shall we?" Mettaton chuckled, taking Francis by the hand and eagerly waiting for the wildly cheering crowd to finally settle down so that he could begin his show in peace.
"Readers, I apologize DEARLY in advance for you having to see this, but sometimes a man's just gotta do what a man's gotta DO, you know what I'm saying?!" Burgerpants awoke from his slumber atop Francis' massively soft and spongy brain and blushed humiliatedly as he eagerly threw his pants/underwear right off and reluctantly inserted his rapidly hardening and stiffening cat penis into the vast network of folds and wrinkles in the poor lizard's central nervous tissue.
"Oh, my wonderful darling...sir, do you mind if I call you Alphys?" Mettaton asked Francis teasingly, grabbing him by the tail and ankles and fervently, erotically licking the soft, scaly soles of his feet while the obligatory sexy tango music began blaring loudly in the background.
"Oh, not even in the SLIGHTEST, madam!" Francis giggled and blushed as he twirled around playfully and handsomely with Mettaton, bent him over backwards and french-kissed him wetly, drippingly and lovingly.
"WELL, then...Alphys, I must say, you are the absolute ugliest yet simultaneously HOTTEST freaking thing that I think I've ever seen! Boy, you'd better believe that this isn't a family show anymore; it's an all-you-can-eat SMUT show!" Mettaton laughed excitedly as he wrapped his arms lovingly around Francis' big chubby body and gave him an even sloppier french kiss.
"Oh, Mettaton, you just make my TAIL curl with pleasure!" Francis moaned with arousal, drooling at the mouth rabidly and excitedly as he threw his dress right off while Mettaton seductively pulled his high-heeled boots off, rendering both of them completely naked as the audience cheered loudly and nosebled in unanimous approval, bewilderment and amazement.
"Damnit, this was supposed to be a DANCE show, but you just turned it into...whatever the hell THIS is supposed to be! You cheeky freaking BOY, you!" Mettaton giggled and blushed embarrassedly as he and Francis sat down across from each other and began giving each other simultaneous footjobs while lovingly stroking each other's hair with their fingers.
"Well, it's still at least better than NOTHING, am I right? Especially since I'm finally, at long last, getting to f%#& a freaking AUTOBOT!" Francis moaned and blushed humiliatedly, his eyes swirling with delight as Mettaton extended and bent his neck downward and began sucking the scrumptiously sweat milk from his luscious lizard man-teats while Francis began violently ramming his scaly, rock-hard lizard erection into Mettaton's cavernously, voraciously gaping mangina; all the while, deep inside Francis' stomach, Alphys was busy stroking Endogeny's innumerable dick-legs with literally every part of her body possible while all of the other Amalgamates joined in the act as well, causing the poor jellyfish-dog to howl and moan loudly with pleasure!
"Wow, what the hell was THAT noise?" Mettaton asked Francis jokingly as he suddenly grabbed the fat, crossdressed f%#& by the legs and flipped him upside down, causing the lower end of his skirt to fall down and reveal the entirety of his lovely legs, crotch and ass as he warmly, passionately sucked his scaly, throbbing cock and lovingly licked the leftover cum residue from the previous orgasm right off of it while the Amalgamates dipped and rolled Alphys in the resulting massive pool of drool-cum from Endogeny's orgasm like a chubby little french fry and then ecstatically lick it right off of her beaten, battered, chewed-up, mentally tormented, naked body.
"Oh, don't worry about it, it's just my stomach acting up again because of how DEATHLY hungry I am right now!" Francis laughed with ticklish delight, squirting out yet another massive loud of cum right into Mettaton's equally warm, gooey, saliva-coated mouth while Lemon Bread scooped the heavily injured and agonizingly exhausted Alphys right up into her slimy, Determination-dripping arms and tossed her right into her disproportionately gargantuan mouth.
"D-DO YOU REALLY...H-HATE ME...T-THIS...M-M-MUCH?!" Alphys moaned and whimpered in dreadful agony as Lemon Bread chewed her up like bubblegum (AGAIN, might I add) between her massive, towering rows of black, moldy, slime-oozing teeth and ejaculated her disgustingly filthy and rotten plaque-juice all over the poor girl's body (again, FREAKING AGAIN) through the tips of her rancid, festering slime-teeth, (happily) accidentally swallowing her this time!
"Whoops, looks like I accidentally swallowed the filthy lying RAT this time!" Lemon Bread laughed and clutched her perpetually melting and oozing belly with amusement while Alphys tumbled painfully down the dimensional rift in Lemon Bread's esophagus and landed smack-dab in the middle of her throbbing, pulsating stomach, essentially forming vore inside of vore!
"WELCOME TO MY SPECIAL FREAKING HELL, EVERYONE! DOESN'T IT JUST LOOK LIKE SO MUCH GODDAMNED FUN?!" Alphys laughed maniacally at the readers, twitching her eyelids wildly, clutching her head, crying and screaming in terror, and writhing dementedly on the gooey, fleshy floor of Lemon Bread's stomach while a multitude of digestive tentacles extended out from the horrifyingly grotesque beast's digestive membrane, wrapped themselves tightly around her wrists and ankles, and began brutally raping her every which way while Lemon let out a long, disgustingly loud burp, patted her belly and triumphantly struck a Starman pose...and then, of course, began furiously stroking her ragingly erect dick to Alphys' dreadful pain and suffering, just to add extra insult to injury on top of what was clearly already there; meanwhile, all four of the other Amalgamates also went into Lemon Bread's mouth and entered her stomach so that they could brutally, violently tentacle-rape poor Alphys TOO.
"AH...DELIGHTFUL MUSIC TO MY EARS!" Lemon Bread closed her eyes, visualized the utterly horrific things that were currently happening to Alphys inside her stomach, and moaned with pleasure as the sounds of Alphys loudly screaming and moaning and crying in devastated, tortured, humiliated, suicidal despair suddenly became audible to her through their sheer volume alone.
"OHH, Mettaton...how I LOVE to lick your CREAMY center..." Francis moaned ecstatically, drooling at the mouth by the gallons as he slovenly kneeled down onto his scrawny little knees and began sucking Mettaton's MTT-brand Mettadick while the robot threw his head back, blushed and moaned intensely with delight, stroking and patting Francis on the head like a puppy; meanwhile, deep inside Francis' head, there Burgerpants was, lying face-down completely naked and thrusting his penis into the poor weeb lizard's brain with all of his might.
"WARNING: BIOLOGICAL ORGANISM DETECTED INSERTING SEXUAL ORGANS INTO MASTER'S CENTRAL NERVOUS NETWORK AND RAPIDLY APPROACHING THE POINT OF CLIMAX; EXTERMINATE AND/OR EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!" Francis' central control supercomputer urgently warned Sans, somehow having taken THAT long to notice.
"Welp, guess my work is DUMB here!" Sans chuckled, shrugging and sighing and shaking his head in wonderment of "WHO THE F%#& DOES THAT" as he used his magic powers to teleport himself out of there and over to Toriel's place in the Ruins...and grow himself back to normal size, of course.
"Alright...OOOOH...I just gotta...OHHHH...time it just...AHHHH...RIGGGHHHTTT..." Burgerpants blushed, panted, and moaned intensely with arousal, breathing heavily and closely observing Mettaton's ridiculously effeminate and flamboyant facial and bodily expressions through Francis' eyesockets to determine the precise point when his robo-gasm would most likely occur; yes, believe it or not, he actually WAS, in fact, just the type to pay THAT much scrutinously detailed attention to sh%# like that...and the fact that he was actually quite used to getting constantly raped almost every day by Mettaton in the MTT Resort janitor's closet(s) certainly didn't help matters either.
"UGGHHH...this is so...OHHHH...so WRONG and yet SO...OHHHHHHHHH...SO RIEYLTIEILURZWARNITURIGGGHHHTTT!" Burgerpants shrieked orgasmically, his skeleton cartoonishly flashing in and out of his body as his dick somehow inexplicably sprayed out half a goddamned GALLON of love-juice into the wrinkly, veiny catacombs of Francis' neural network (at the exact same time that Mettaton finally cummed into Francis' disgusting mouth, of course), electrocuting him to a degree that only a true Looney Toons character could ever even hope to survive!
"GYAAAAAH!" Francis and Mettaton also shrieked loudly in pain as the electrical current from Burgerpants' orgasm shocked them nearly to death as well, causing the former to pass out unconscious from sensory overload and the latter to suffer a violent explosion of the penis!
"OH MY GOD, ALPHYS, MY LOVE, ARE YOU OKAY?!" Mettaton screamed and cried in terror as he ran over to where Francis' body was unconsciously sprawled out onto the floor and shaking him to try and get him to wake up. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE DON'T DIE ON ME!"
"Say, what's that noise that sounds like rushing water...OH MY GOD, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Lemon Bread screamed in horror as a colossal rushing wave of Mettaton's cum came pouring through Francis' stomach and washed both her and her fellow Amalgamate friends right down into his intestines.
"OH SWEET LORD, NOT THE STUPID INTESTINAL WATERSLIDE CLICHÉ, IT BURRRNS!" Lemon Bread and her fellow Amalgamates screamed in unison as the unbelievably sexy and powerful current washed them all the way through Francis' upper and lower intestines as if they were in...well, a water slide, causing Lemon Bread to ticklishly laugh and shriek as the millions of teeny-tiny villi lining his intestinal tract began brushing against her soft and sensitive belly.
"OH, SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP, HERE IT COMES!" Lemon Bread laughed and screamed maniacally as the gleaming, sh%#-smelling light at the end of the tunnel finally came into view!
"Oh, DON'T YOU FREAKING DARE...NO! BAD LIZARD! BAD!" Mettaton yelled angrily at Francis, slapping him brutally across the face as he involuntarily took a disgusting diarrhea sperm-sh%# all over the floor, pooping out Alphys and all five of the Amalgamates all at the same time (causing the entire background audience to run screaming out of the room, of course) as the former used her size-alteration ray to grow both herself and the latter (and her dress) back to normal size.
"Wait, WHAT THE HELL?! How in God's name did YOU six get in there?!" Mettaton stammered in shock and disbelief, glancing back and forth at Alphys and Francis with an utterly confused and profoundly disgusted look on his face as the former reluctantly put her size-alteration ray back into her pocket and exhaustedly fainted face-down onto the floor while Burgerpants finally took the opportunity (that Sans had accidentally left for him by forgetting to log out of thhe central control computer) to crawl into Francis' brain and reboot him back up and running again!
"HEY, YOU!" Mettaton walked over to Alphys and yelled at her commandingly while Francis woke back up from his brainshock-induced nap (with a severe headache, naturally), yawned loudly and gently clutched the side of his forehead to soothe the pain and exhaustion.
"Yeah?" Alphys groaned dizzily, crawling over to her completely and utterly ruined dress and reluctantly slipping it back onto herself as her infamous Amalgamates meekly shuffled out of the room and headed straight back to the incredibly creepy basement of Alphys' lab, where they belonged.
"You're RIGHT in a middle of a giant heaping puddle of liquid refuse that absolutely NEEDS to be cleaned up right this INSTANT, you blithering psychotic LUNATIC!" Mettaton scolded her lividly, effeminately throwing his arms up in the air and ruffling his hair wildly in frustration.
"YEAH?!" Alphys raised her voice and glared angrily at him, her glasses lopsided, her clothing tattered and torn and soggy, her body heavily bruised and disfigured and injured, and her face dripping and oozing with all kinds of disgusting substances as Mettaton lurched backward, covered his eyes and retched in revulsion at the mere sight alone, let alone the thought of what had caused it.
"I think that's enough 'FUN' for one day...come on, Alphys, it's time for the two of us to head back home and just pretend that all of this never happened." Francis sighed and shrugged, gently shoving Mettaton aside, taking Alphys by the hand and leading her back home with him.
"Oh, for God's sake, YOU DIDN'T EVEN PAY FOR THE DAMNED TABLE, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!" Mettaton angrily yelled at the top of his lungs at Francis, kneeling on the floor and shaking his fists at him with rage.
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